They keep coming. Letting people come in, telling them to leave, checking them to be sure nothing was off. The Homeowner went in the kitchen, the horrible smell hit him... He had to clean up blood which took many hours. He wondered... How? The Homeowner checked everyone, he even had cameras set up! Maybe it was bloody meat... But that didn't seem right. He took a beer from the fridge, it even smelled bad in there. He gagged, closing the door as he took a deep breath. The Homeowner popped the can open, drinking it as he felt tired. It was time to sleep, he had to be ready for more people to come.

The Homeowner opened his bedroom door, walking inside as he crashed onto his bed right away. He closed his eyes, the cold AC hitting his skin nicely as his loud box fan played for white noise. Laying there.. He couldn't sleep, which never happened before. The Homeowner just stared for a moment, before he felt something weird... Like someone's breath against his skin? Was someone in his bed? But he did not hear anything. He slowly turned, ready to fight. Then.. Nothing. Nobody was there, just the empty space he never dared to sleep by. Maybe he was just... Tired. The Homeowner closed his eyes again, trying to fall asleep.

He did finally fall asleep.. After like a few hours. Man, he didn't even realize how late it was. No doors were knocking either, maybe nobody was showing up tonight. The Homeowner grumbled, opening his eyes as he heard something.

" Mmph..? What the.. Fuck..? "

He muttered out, half asleep as he kicked the blankets off of his body. The Homeowner stumbled out of the bed as he almost hit the floor in an instant. He caught himself, stumbling out of the bedroom as he looked to see who or what it was.